No, seriously it is. I’m not complaining about the process, just making an observation. Some of you know, I’m in the throws of editing my book, The Immense Center at the moment. The process requires me to Kill my Darlings. Yeah, you read that right, I have to Kill…
…My Darlings. Those bits of text that I loved writing; that I love knowing existed; that were “inspired.” You know, those bits that only I will love, that you, my reader, would not love. My darlings.
And so, I’ve just murdered eleven pages for you. I’ve killed my darlings. And. It. Hurts.
But, I do it for the sake of the reader, I really do.
I bet you’re happy I murder my darlings, aren’t you? If you are, leave a comment and if you aren’t, leave a comment anyway.